As storm clouds gathered, I stopped to photograph the setting sun, piercing its rays of light, resting on the palm leaves of the banana trees and the swollen, red-tiled, house that was waiting to breathe. Moments later it started to pour, and I wound up spending the next three hours looking for a place to sleep. Only one family was willing to hide me for the night, on the condition that I left before sunrise, as foriegners are not allowed to stay in casa particulars in this part of Cuba.